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  • New Year's Eve. We had quite a day. You slept beautifully and when my alarm went off at 7:50a you were quietly laying in your crib. Don't know how long you'd been awake. Possibly since 5:30a when I put you down after feeding you and you laid talking to yourself in the crib while I went back to sleep.

    We Skyped with Mimi and Papa Dave and then headed out into the day: Ritual, Philz, Bruno's for Brunch Drunk Love (where strangers swooned over you and E.B. served us), cell phone store, grocery store. Home for a rest, then BART to Berkeley for a two-part visit: first to the MLK house to see M/L, S/M, C, C, Z & J. You were so sweet with everyone during this visit. They are in love with you too.

    Then we went to the Triplex to see B/C for dinner and K/L and J/B for after-dinner visit. You had a screaming fit of gas, and while your dad pumped your legs B said "If I didn't know what you were doing right now, I might think you were torturing him." They are not too far behind on this road.

    We hit BART again around 9:15 or 9:30p and had to cram onto the train with you strapped to my chest. These two young black men busted stereotype by immediately calling out your cuteness, and gushing about their own children, and how much they love kids and particularly their own, and love being fathers. (It's a philia of mine to be made aware of my own stereotypes via an example to the stereotype's contrary. A reminder that everyone's story is different & assumptions are often unreliable.)

    The men urged your daddy and I to remember were are in this together and, even if it's hard, to make sure we work together to love you. (We are.)

    We got off at 16th/Mission and walked along Valencia among the crowds. People were genuinely excited to see your fresh sweet (sleeping) face, exclaiming "A baby!" like you were proving that there's a way to start over and do better.

    We stopped outside Amnesia and caught the last few Little Wings songs from the sidewalk, smiling to hear/see Kyle swaying melodically and literally on the soapbox stage, before coming home to greet midnight with sleepy kisses and a grateful climbing into bed.

    Hello 2012!
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